Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bring_v	see_v	sin_n	6,315	5	4.8674	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16773	Pasquils passe, and passeth not Set downe in three pees. His passe, precession, and prognostication.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1600 (1600)	STC 3679; ESTC S104765	12,701	48

chollicke and the stone And from inchanting charmes of wicked witches From coughes and rhewmes and aches in the bone And from the griefe of loue to liue alone And from all agues whatsoe're they be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From the forsaking of the word of God To follow idle humour'd fopperies To scorne the scourging of the heau'nly rod From doing of my selfe such iniuries To bring my soule into such miseries And from all sinne within my soule to see The gratious God of heau'n deliuer me When I am olde and sicke and lame and poore And crucified a thousand sundry wayes And death beginnes to ope my fatall doore To call me home from my vnhappy dayes And all my passions then must end their playes Then from all euill and both now and then The Lord of heau'n deliuer me Amen PASQVILS Prognostication WHen that a churle doth grow so prodigal He cares not how he throw away his coyne And a wise man growes so fantasticall As with a foole will for his counsell ioyne And that a Fencer layes away his foyne And a yong spend-thrift falles to purchase land I feare that Doomes day will be hard at hand When that a Lawyer leaues to take a fee. And that a trades man will not sell for gaine VVhen euery Iudge will so indifferent be Euen as he sees to shew the matter plaine VVhen that the world is growne to such a vaine My Muse doth feare in her best ayming markes The skie will fall and then we shall haue Larkes When humblenesse is praisde and pride abated Vertue is honour'd and foule vice defaced Goodnesse beloued wickednesse is hated Wisedome aduanced folly is displaced Truth is esteem'd and falshood is disgraced The rich men giue their treasure to the poore I feare me Doomes day will be at the doore When filthy Dowdes will leaue to paint their faces And lacke an Apes leaue ietting like a man And Brokers debters feare no Sergeants maces Nor Geese will take the riuer with the Swan Nor greedie turne-spittes licke the dripping pan Nor that a knaue will giue a foole the scoffe I feare me doomes day will not be farre off When giddie heads lay by their idle humors And wicked wittes will leaue their villanie And gracelesse tongues will cease vnciuill Rumors And yong men follow no il companie Nor maides be sicke of the sweete Timpanie But constant hearts for very loue will die I feare me doomes day then will be too nie When idle louers leaue for to dissemble And faithfull friends are worthily regarded And Vertues beautie doth the sunne resemble While clowdie mistes are vtterly disswaded And careful seruice kindly is rewarded While honor liues where loue can neuer die I feare me doomes day will be very nigh When old men liue til they be yong againe And yong men fal in age before their time When Poets Muses leaue to frump and faine And blossomes loose the beautie of their prime And no man falls that takes in hand to clime And he that may be rich will needes be poore I feare me Doomes day then is at the doore When that a beggar braues it with a King And that a coward puts a souldier downe And that a Waspe is bred without a sting And that a Knight must creepe vnto a Clowne And heart sicke Honor falls into a swowne And careful hearts for lacke of comfort die I feare me doomes day wil be then too nie When cankred coine a Kingdome may command And many thousands die for one mans ease And that a poore man may not right demand And honest hearts must wicked humors please Til sorrow too much on the soule do ceaze When thus the world with woe is ouergone I feare that Doomes day will be comming on When Cockes of game begin to leaue their fight And old fooles will not with yong bables play The stately Eagle loose her lofty height And wise men fall to keepe fooles holiday When that the world doth grow to such a stay It makes me feare that much about that yeere The day of Doome wil sure be very neere When that the Lion doth begin to roare The wolfe to houle the snarling curre to barke The buzzard Kite too neere the sunne to soare The Bunting striue to mount aboue the Larke My Muse doth find in her best aiming marke That neere vpon that yeere she feares to see The comming of the day of Doome wil be When that a flie vpon a galde horse backe Can make fooles laugh to see how he can sit And when a pedler in a beggars packe Can carrie ware for his poore trade vnfit And with his purse can go away with it And Epicures will leaue their belly-cheere I feare me then the day of Doome is neere When Iohn a Noddes will be a Gentleman Because his worship weares a velvet coate And euery Piper a Musitian Because he hits vpon an idle noate And Beggars care not for the King a groate When that the foole will giue himselfe the scoffe I feare me Doomes day cannot be farre off When children teach their parents how to speake And seruants learne their masters to command When strong men will be guided by the weake And Rascall driue the male Deere downe the lawnde And Beggars fill the misers emptie Mawnd And dead men rise aliue out of the Beere I feare me Doomes day wil be very neere When conies hunt the dogges out of the warren And partridges beate hawkes out of the field And deinty faulcons feede on filthy carren And souldiers take the penne and leaue the field And that a prince will to his subiects yeeld Then by some rules my Muse doth vnderstand She biddes me feare that doomes day is at hand When such as loue their eies will needes be blind And such as heare will seeme to stoppe their eares And fathers to their children are vnkind Because they thinke that they are none of theirs When they haue wiues and other make their heires When such hard pointes the world doth stand vpon I feare me doomes day will be comming on When that the world is set vpon a will And purses carie matters as they list VVhen all the grace is in the golden skill And few or none that cares for had I wist And each one thinkes he walketh in a mist VVhen all these courses fall out in a yeere I feare me Doomes day will be very neere When idle quarrels breede vngodly warres And subtil peace deceiues a simple heart VVhen men do shoote their arrowes at the starres And neuer thinke of death his sodaine dart VVhen thus the world doth take the foolish part VVhen all good thoughts are flung vpon the floore I feare me Doomes day will be at the doore VVhen he that puts himselfe into good ragges Thinkes himselfe halfe a prince for his apparrell VVhen he that hath the chest of golden bagges Beleeues he hath the world within a barrell VVhen folly thus with better wit will quarrell VVhile wisedome in the